A woman who jumps up furiously from a discussion round: *“If I may not finish speaking, then I will not participate any longer.”*

The moderator of that round who apologizes and says he made a mistake – a discussion, sitting on the ground, about economy: what is money, speculation, who invented the idea of economic growth? – a businessman who wants to change the balancing system so that the managers are not forced anymore to make inhuman company politics – an assembly to find out how much they have to be harrased by the police and when it is time to overcome fear: *“We do not play, they play with us!”* – the police man who says: *“What I do is totally dependend on my current mood.”* – the struggle for a culture of grassroot democracy, the codices: speak only when the moderator gives you the floor, let finish speaking, noiseless hand signals to express agreement, disagreement or boredom, discussion until the consensus is found, otherwise await and continue talking – the woman who changes her location in the group permanently for getting the chance to speak more often – the young man who feels offended and says: *“maybe I did not choose the right form to make you understand my thoughts.”* – the party member who wants to leave if he is not allowed to show his logo – the white bearded man in a cowl who tries to mediate in a quarrel – the youngsters who already fight for years on Alex for the right to live their subculture and are afraid because of the presence of the police – and the young boy who tells them: *“My world has no borders. And yours?”*

Two hours on Alexanderplatz. Two hours of struggle: for good behaviour among each other, for finding decisions, for a process how to find decisions, for a good posture towards the police, for the survival of the camp, for the respect against any single person, be it a student, an unemployed, drunken, a banker or an *“emo”*.

The camp of the indignant exists since Saturday night and is permanently occupied by 20 to 150 people. Several times it was almost stopped because everything is forbidden by the police what characterizes this camp whose model is the Spanish movement 15M: They are not allowed to build up tents although these are the symbols of the worldwide protest movements – well then, so they sleep in the open. No banners may be shown – so they paint the pavement. Laying down is forbidden, sitting as well – so they sit or sleep until police shows up again. But they hold out. With few sleep, cold in the night and hot during the day or with frequent rain showers they hold several assemblies per day, initiate strictly grassroot democratic discussions, search for a peaceful contact with the police without giving in too early. They have done what every real democracy would dream of: they have brought the lived democracy in which each one counts in the public space. They attract the old activists, they involve passers-by and amazed people into talks about that what concerns us deepest. And they continue doing it despite all obstacles. Most of the permanent campers are young and not very experienced in politics or public actions. They struggle to learn how to face things and they have a flame of appreciation for the humans in their hearts. Let us support them to conquer the public space for real democracy! Where, if not here and now, on the Alexanderplatz!